Thread: How tough were we

Originally Posted by 84RR

Also held the record at school for getting the strap every day for a term..

Why does that not suprise me?

I think the worst thing that has happened is the loss of innocence, kids grow up or are made to grow up way too fast these days.

A lot of it comes down to the "Not My Fault" generation. Where handouts rule and you can get paid more to stay at home than go to work.

What is wrong with a good spanking? I copped my fair share and I am not damaged by it.

I would love to start my own country

The old 'Dragstar' was my boyhood hobby.



I could never afford a new one of these bikes so my brother and I used to scavenge what we could from neigbours and the local rubbish tip - in our day we could go to the tip and wander around for hours.

We would build up bikes using whatever we had. Sissy bars of all sizes..banana seats of all colours and lengths - remember the seats with chrome sparkles in them..WOW . The front forks and wheels were removed from old 26inch racing bikes and whacked on the dragstar. I would pinch a spray can of paint from dad, paint it up in whatever colour available at the time and ride them around the local street feeling like 'King Dick' .

Oh..bring back the good times.

Originally Posted by antvc

Does anyone remember the spud gun?
good fun but I suppose considered highly dangerous today

Or the bunger gun, could fire a 3/8" bolt a fair way with a penny bunger - I suppose that was pretty dangerous though.


Martyn

G'day Bushie

Let's not forget the Stone Gun and it's effects on shatterproof windscreens and rear windows of parked cars and when, if you played up and hooned around, the local Sarg. would drop in and have a chat to dad BEFORE you got home, Play up at the Piccies, size 12 up the rear, banned for a month BUT, we respected the Plods


cheers

I grew up in the 80's and did most of the things described the only thing i wasn't aloud to have was a gun. i believe in a good smack on the bum when your bad (my kids get it and their only 2 1/2 and 16 months) i want my kids to go outside and play and use their imagination, i had to my sister is 10 years older than me so i had to learn to play on my own.i believe in not wrapping kids up in cotton wool, but as a mother it's hard to let go and see your kids hurt. one thing i really hate about society today is the way i get looked at and told by other ppl how to raise my own kids if i smack them in public..... if they are naughty i WILL smack them.

[quote=Tommy K;572084]The old 'Dragstar' was my boyhood hobby.




Hey thats the flash one, the one the rich kids got, it had the gearstick on the bar!

a mate of mine had dragstar bars on a standard bike, that was being a trend setter.

And if you were really stupid you would ride down Broome St(thats at south maroubra and really steep, well at that age it was) because the backpedal brakes were what most bikes had.

I had a handful of tupenny bungers in my hand one cracker night and one went off, that hurt. Lucky it wasn't a thunder!

What about bunger cannons, i used to be able to launch a can( steel in those days ) full of rocks, the width of a large road, by using a thunder.
We used to do that all the time at the back of maroubra bay primary during the day, nobody said anything to us,



john

Forty years ago, we'd get home from school, get changed, have a quick feed and head for the (abandoned) quarry, off Quarry Road in Ryde (Syd).

About fifty kids could be found in the quarry on any afternoon, looking for tadpoles 'n' frogs, sloshing around in the creeks, riding on scooters, pushbikes and later, lawn mower engined minibikes, then trailbikes. (...and most what we rode was cobbled up from bits 'n' pieces).

I think the parents were a bit worried, but injuries were few and minor and at least they all knew where we were.

Then we'd get home in time for tea. And we'd be there most of the weekend.

On cracker night, some of the dads would build a bonfire, good way of getting rid of all the garden cuttings, I suppose.

The quarry also turned out some excellent motorcycle riders, can't beat all that practice.

Pity the place was turned into a housing estate... and a park which is largely unused...

GQ